A pregnant woman was about to give birth under the full moon. The darkness surrounded her, 'You'll give birth to my bride...' powerful winds gushed in and wailed around her. Unaware that RAVENS were nearby as if guarding or waiting for a feast.

She was named 'Isabel', born under the rarest blue moon. Her mother told her that she was lucky and her destiny was unique.

She had a pale skin and lifeless eyes, the shadows surrouds her at night. No one dares approach her nor befriend her. Her only consolations were her ravens that follows and flocked around her, when she called them out. At full moon on her 16th year, her once pale skin turns alive and her eyes shines every night. She transformed into a goddess, how come no one could see it, notice how she blooms.

But when morning came, she would turn back again to her frigid and stiff appearance.

The folks around their village believes she is cursed. 'How do you explain her deathly stare?', 'Perhaps she's a witch!'

A witch!

They plot. 'We must burned her at stake!' 'BURN!', 'BURN!!' The crowd cheered louder.

'Shhhushh!', the village master said. 'Give me an evidence and I will give my verdict.' he dismissed the crowd.

Then a mysterious illness started on the nearby village. They prayed hard to each and every saints to protect them from harm. Even the cattle fell ill and died there.

When their own crops started to rot, the villagers became mad.

'It must be the witch!', 'We need to stop her!'. 'STOP HER!!' The crowd grew louder, 'We must burn her at stake!'

The elder was helpless, he knew someone needs to be sacrificed.

That night, Isabel and her mother was sleeping comfortably, not knowing of things to come. She awoke, the moon was calling her. She got up, and walked to the nearby stream. Transforming her self into a goddess that she always been. How she wished everyone could see it.

On her way back to the hut, the shadows spoke to her, 'lovely maiden...' the cold wind sings, 'indeed, your destiny is unique...' the shadow surrounds her, 'you'll see, he'll come and take thee..' a strong gushed of winds wails.

Her heart beat fast as she saw a group of crowd around with torches. Horrified, she helplessly witnessed the hut burning on the scorthing heat of fire! It's too late, she thought. Screaming, she gathered all her strength, she run through them not caring nor thinking what others would think of her. She screamed, 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!' crying as she fell on her kness. Watching the horrible scene before her, ' MOTHER?!', 'MOTHER?!' she called and screamed to the burning hut. She knew, she was burned alive inside.

'LOOK AT HER!', 'SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!', 'SHE FINALLY TURNED TO A WITCH!' , 'A WITCH!', 'A REAL DEMON CHILD!!!' The crowd frenzied in unison. They seized her, uncaring that she was mourning nor got hurt, forcefully taking her on the elders for trial.

The elder was awed by her beauty. How she magically turned like how she appeared now was enough reason to condemn her.

Isabel's skin was glowing from the light of the moon, her once blank eyes were glimmering beautifully even she's in agony.

The crowd cheered and called out for verdict. 'SHE MUST BE BURNED ALIVE!'

Her fate was sealed.

They tied her to a post, she cried out, 'DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!! ALL OF YOU WOULD PAY!', 'WITH THE BLOOD OF MY MOTHER, YOU'LL PAY EVEN ON THE AFTERLIFE!'

'Stop your curse, you evil witch!' the elder shouted as he stabbed her at the heart. 'Your soul belong in hell!'

She let out a loud scream.

Isabel's white night gown was filled with blood. A strong gushed of winds enveloped the starless night sky. The moon witnessed her sorrows. It turned blood red as she cursed them all.

Her blood turned blackest than the night, it crept to every single detail of her dress. The wailed grew even more louder, the villagers screamed as they covered their ears from the most painful inhuman sound that they heard.

The elder quickly, tossed his torch on the pile of sticks. It suddenly burst into flames. Isabel screamed both from grief and terror. Her glimmering eyes turned dark again.She won't die without revenge.

The ground began to move, everyone fell on their knees. The pile of sticks around Isabel scattered, the flames turned black as a hallowed form appeared. It surrounded her, it burned the ropes which imprisoned her, finally freeing her.

How come the fire never hurt her?she thought.

Then silence.

Before the crowd, stood a dark hooded man carrying Isabel. No one could see his face. There's only an eternal void there. Isabel feeling peace and lightness looked at his face. She smiled while her face was wet with tears.

A strong hurled of wind surrounded everyone, the crying and agony became louder. In a blink of an eye, darkness enveloped them. The lovers were gone. Everyone was shierking in pain as the darkness and wind left them with bloody wounds everywhere on their body. Its foul-rotten smell filled the midnight air.

From then on, hundreds of hungry raven circled the village. Picking and eating their wounds infected with worms coming out and yellow fluid oozing from it. Their black horrid bodies became a living a hell, many wished for death so they took their own life.

Every living creature on that village died. The flocks of mad raven fed on their rotten flesh which spread the disease everywhere.

Thus it was named the black death.

Hundreds of years passed the people there said that on every blue moon, Isabel was seen wearing a black dress with a long veil, standing beside the stream, where she used to bath at midnight. Some folks said that they saw her with a raven or that they would loudly hear the strong winds howling at night.